Axues stirred as a beam of morning light pierced through the window's simple curtain. The sun had just begun to rise, but for Axeus, that single ray was as good an alarm clock as any. He quickly brought himself to a sitting position. He began his morning like he always did- several deep breaths, followed by immediately getting onto the floor- several sets of push ups, sit ups, and jumping jacks. Just a quick wake up routine, but for Axeus, it signified that no matter what the time of day, no matter where he was, he was always training. Always bettering himself. Always searching for strength. 

After the quick work out, he continued with some light stretches before finally leaving his cozy room. Irakois insisted they keep their rooms clean. This was a menial task for Axeus, partly because he was overly tidy anyway, and partly because he didn't own enough to even get his room dirty in the first place. Axeus descended a flight of stone stairs and found the communal male bathroom, where he'd shower and take care of his daily hygiene. He dried himself off and put on his clothes for the day. He was given a simple training outfit by the Master. It consisted of an undecorated, loose t-shirt and shorts. Not at all his style, but good enough as anything for working out. He sighed and resigned himself to the bleak clothes. After all, he hadn't come here to impress anyone with his fashion. He had to keep his eye on the goal.

Once he was nice and clean, Axeus went down to the kitchen and prepared his breakfast. Today he decided on eggs, bacon, toast, and some light fruit. He wanted something well rounded, but also high in protein. He had a feeling he would need it today. He prepared and ate his food very quickly. If there was anyone else in the kitchen area, he didn't notice them: socialization was very low on his list of priorities.

Finally, Axeus headed to the training room. He arrived there around 8 am, half an hour before class started. He entered and gave a short bow.

"Good morning, Master."